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IN MEMORIAM. 109
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XIX.—IJST ME MORI AM.
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ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
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In Memoriam. 109
IN MEMORIAM . 109
Xix.—Ijst Me Mori Am.
XIX . _—IJST ME MORI AM .
Adelaide Anne Procter
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
A puee life—purely run—The labour over—tlie guerdon won !
She passed from earth in that quiet sleep , " He giveth His beloved "—calm and
_deep—Kor loving heart nor watchful eye Could catch the last low trembling sigh
That freed the soul from its mortal chain ., And gave it back to Heaven again .
A pure life—purely run—A crown of glory early won !
As she lay on her couch , so cold and white , There beamed from her face a . heavenly light .
The stainless spirit as it passed away , Left its seal behind it in that bright
ray—With flowers bestrewn—her cross on her breast—She lay in a deep . and glorified rest .
A pure life—purely run—ObChrist ! Thou leddest such an one !
As , we gave the dear form to mother-earth , And pray'd that the soul in its heavenly birth
Might be met by white-rob'd angels and saints—The winter day , palewanand
faint—, , Burst into glory of sunshine and light , And told of her spirit in regions bright .
Feb ., 1864 . ' M . M . H .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), April 1, 1864, page 109, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01041864/page/37/
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